Greek Demon Myth

136 – Gods and Heroes

Eternal gods, eternal banquets, eternal feasts.

Do you know what these three have in common?

It’s just that it’s frighteningly boring.

No matter how splendid the dance moves in spring, summer, autumn, and winter are, if you watch them for 500 years, you will get bored, and Apollo’s beautiful lyre performance is also going to be hard on everyone’s ears after 700 years.

It’s beautiful and somehow enjoyable, but everything is starting to get boring.

How about the food you enjoy there?

Ganymede and Hebe, who supervise the banquet of the gods, have devised a recipe for thousands of years so that the gods can enjoy the banquet without getting tired of it.

After all, ambrosia is ambrosia, and nectar is nectar.

Since Dionysus, the son of Semele, the god of wine, brought wine to Olympus, the banquets of the gods have not even given room for changing spheres, and the Holy Godhead has now been treated as a boring regular meeting.

While the eternal and immortal gods were trembling in the tedious rituals that would soon come, the greatest news of all time spread to all the gods from Hermes’ messenger temple.

Atalante was favored by Artemis for her beauty and innate talent.

Two of the most outstanding heroes of the current golden generation were fighting a war between her and her.

Theseus, descendant of Zeus, who is equal to Hercules with his brilliant wisdom.

And Dianes, who is receiving the attention of many gods in a short period of time.

In addition, Atalanta, the main character of this exciting heroic war, participated in the battle and formed a three-way battle, so Olympus began to boil like a beehive after a long time.

Even among these three, the news spreads that Dianes is participating single-handedly against two legions.

It was like pouring oil into the interest of the gods who were tired of boredom.

The gods were in such a state of excitement that the gods approaching the sanctuary until the day of the war, Zeus, had to personally threaten to show them the taste of thunder.

And on the day of the war.

In the sky overlooking the vast plain under Mount Taygetos, the well-known gods and goddesses of Olympus gathered.

“Wo~ Uncle. I heard you had some fun with your son-in-law these days?”

“Nephew, I heard you had a lot of fun too. What’s wrong with you?”

“You have been so upset about not being able to go to the sanctuary recently… Please forgive me, Poseidon.”

“Ha ha ha! I heard that earthquakes and storms are so raging in the Messenia Sea these days. Did Poseidon wield the spear himself?”

The gods, who were already acquainted with a certain hero, chatted over a pre-dinner drink on a common topic.

“Whoops, it’s a war. Still, it’s fortunate that it’s not a savage war where fragile lives are lost.”

“I see… A war without the cries of widows and the cries of children. It would be better if all wars were like this.”

The meek goddesses sighed at the event of war and looked down at the ground with concern.

“Hmm~ It would be nice if a lot of beautiful people would come out and bleed.”

“The beauty of the battlefield is not just about strength, so I hope the heroes responsible for Greece know this.”

“Ha ha ha! As expected, the goddesses also see through the beauty of warriors. I also hope that this war will be an opportunity to come up with new inspiration.”

Beautiful gods and goddesses clinked glasses discussing the aesthetics and art of the battlefield.

Originally, volcano blacksmiths who are not interested in world affairs and rulers of the underworld who do not move in the surface world do not have a place.

As the 12 most splendid gods gathered, many gods gathered around them and received the nectar and ambrosia distributed by Hebe.

“What do you think of Zephyrus?”

“No matter how hard it is, you can’t face two armies alone unless you’re that Hercules. A man named Dianes will pay for his arrogance. Iris, what do you think?”

“I personally predict the victory of Atalanta. Although Theseus army takes the form of a typical legion. Atalanta has many different heroes that can create numerous variables.”

“Ah~ But it’s Theseus. Theseus! The descendant of Zeus who possesses strength and wisdom at the same time! Besides, isn’t the adjutant Jason the master of military strategy? My wife, Flora, tells me that their armies rival the great Athenian armies in strength.”

Amidst the numerous gods each having a heated discussion about the hero’s war, there was a goddess who quietly left her distance and lay down on a cloud.

“Oh… Is that person?”

“You must be Artemis, the goddess of the moon.”

“Huh… It’s so beautiful.”

“Shh, be quiet! You might hit a bell!!”

A beautiful goddess with silvery bows and arrows and dark black hair bathed in moonlight.

It was Artemis, the goddess of the crescent moon and the guardian of chastity.

Although I was moved by the fact that I saw her, who rarely attended her Godhead except for the strict orders of her father Zeus, I did not dare to come close to her subtle anger in her beauty. .

How many people were caught in her wrath and shouted.

However, Artemis, the person in charge, didn’t care what the attention of her surroundings was.

“Ahhhhh…”

The residual heat of her dull pleasure that has been terribly tormenting her for the past month.

The sensation of gently tickling her womb and crotch with feathers was slowly eating away at her rationality.

A contract with the devil made a month ago in the sanctuary where her crescent moon rose.

As a sign of the contract, the disgraceful curse engraved on her lower abdomen seemingly disappeared without a trace.

Just when she was about to forget her, she came sneaking up and recalling her pleasures and anguish of the day on her body.

“D, Dianes…! The lower pole!?”

Her residual heat that warmed her whole body did not allow her to sleep and made her struggle with her anguish.

Every time she remembered her disgraceful face, her body shuddered as if it missed the touch of her that was making fun of her.

Every time she recalled her cursed name, her lips salivated on their own, remembering the moment when she was brutally violated that day.

-…Gulp.

“Ugh…!”

Artemis gnashed her teeth as she swallowed the saliva in her mouth, but what was more serious was her lower abdomen.

Her b*tch, drool-drenched and drooling at every turn, has long since escaped her will.

The place where she flinched and soaked as if asking her to do it right away, to be raped as softly as she did that day, pushed Artemis further into her despair and agony.

“No. No. I am Artemis, the goddess of chastity. Like this…”

I close her eyes and try to push away the residual heat of her anguish that warms her body, but…

Then, what naturally came to her mind was those black eyes that shimmered like a dark night, and her own face suffering from pleasure reflected in those eyes.

At the same time, the curse that spread to her lower abdomen revived the residual heat of the day, and naturally, her body wriggled in search of pleasure.

Then, her white thighs rubbed against each other, causing friction, and the goddess of innocence shuddered slightly at the small pleasure that arose like static electricity.

“Haaa! Of since of that of !?”

Sweet s*x that could never come from a pure goddess.

Her moans, which she thought would never come out of her own mouth, startled Artemis and looked around her.

Fortunately for her, the gods who heard her notoriety were not even close to her, and her family was busy talking about her and had no time to look after her.

“…Whoa, calm down. Calm…”

Originally, her gods or whatever would have just been stuck in her own temple or hunting ground.

Then she wouldn’t be afraid of looking around her like this.

When Artemis gnashed her teeth inwardly and looked down at the ground, the culprit of all this, the man in black, appeared on the battlefield.

“It’s because of that guy, that guy, that guy…!”

Black hair, black clothes, black flags.

A cursed hero wrapped in pitch black all over her, her man who mocks and humiliates her with his bizarre tricks.

Dianes.

Her curse etched into her womb haunted her terribly, until she changed her mind about ignoring her gnome’s war with her or not.

I wanted to go down right away and tell him to get rid of this damned curse.

At the same time, the curse that took over her body wriggled at will just by looking at it.

“#@&^%…!!”

Goosebumps ran through her white skin at the dizzying sensation, as if she had stepped on the wrong stairs, and all the nerves in her body craved pleasure and vibrated violently.

At the same time, the friction between her two thighs that happened to pass by coincidentally would have made her look rude in front of everyone if it wasn’t for the patience of a god. Trying to beg

I was afraid of what would happen to me if I went down like this and faced that black crow.

And the war that ensued.

Many gods marveled at the landslide caused by Dianes, who arrogantly went to battle alone.

(Athena stopped the goddess of the earth from running out in extreme rage asking what she was doing.)

I admired Atalanta’s dance and beauty that broke through.

(Although Apollo crazed that she had found her own muse in her beauty of her Atalanta, she quietly crouched in her queen’s bloody glare.)

Everyone couldn’t help but admire the meteor shower caused by the collision of the two heroes. Seeing this, Ares and Athena blessed the new hero who was chosen by Aura.

And everyone in the seat blew a whistle at the passionate kiss between Atalanta and Dianes that immediately followed.

(The goddess of beauty and the queen of gods watched this and clashed their glasses proudly.)

And in the second battle that followed, the gods applauded the 600 soldiers led by Theseus and Jason, who moved as if they were one body.

(Athena exclaimed that although they were still immature, they were an army of great proficiency, surpassing the legions stationed in her guardian city.)

Even though they were surrounded on all sides, they were at a loss for words as if bewitched by the spear dance of Dianes, who swung his spear like a strong wind to defeat it.

(The god of war and the god of sea, who had been silently cheering with arms around each other, began to insist that the spearmanship was taught by them.)

And finally, everyone couldn’t keep their mouths shut at the sign of the jet-black spear soaring high into the sky and the tsunami that gathered violently behind it.

(At the hero’s remark about paying homage to the Blue Rider, Nike raised Poseidon’s hand and Ares fell to the ground in despair.)

At last, when a strong shapeless tsunami swept all over the place.

Only Dianes was standing on the plain.

A new great hero who picks up Theseus’ military standard and brushes his hair as if it were natural.

The goddesses and nymphs let out a sad sigh at the beauty fully revealed under the sunlight, and the male gods threw their cups to the ground praising his inaction while making a poop-chewed expression at the woman’s reaction.

Artemis, who had been watching this all along, bowed her head in exhaustion, while several goddesses silently watched.

The top seat in the banquet hall was still empty.